“When did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin?”

“HOW do you define a word without concrete meaning? To each his own, the saying goes, soWHYpush to attain an ideal state of being that no two random people will agree isWHERE you want to be? Faultless. Finished. Incomparable. People can never be these, and anyway,WHENdid creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the personWHOlives inside your skin? The outside belongs to others. Only you should decide for you -WHATis perfect.”

“Perfect?How do you define a word withoutconcrete meaning? To each his own, the saying goes, sowhy push to attain an ideal state of being that no two random people will agree iswhereyou want to be? Faultless.Finished. Incomparable. Peoplecan never be these, and anyway,whendid creating a flawless facadebecome a more vital goalthan learning to love the person wholives inside your skin?The outside belongs to others.Only you should decide for you---whatis perfect”

“And if we're truly one, how will I breathe when circumstance pries us apart? You are my oxygen, my sustenance, the blood inside my veins. When we touch, you are my skin, hold all my joy inside of you. When you go, I wither.”

“Not Exactly TrueThat skin hate is dead.There will never be colorblindness in a culture offear.But when you live afraidof your neighbor, the monsteryou should most walkin terror ofthrives.It starts as a little thing,small enough to burrowinto your pores, take upexcruciating residenceinthe dark recesses of your brain.Its name is paranoia,and it spreads like an oilspill, there inthe shadows,chokes your humanity.Threatens your soul.”

“Love without trust is nothing more than infatuation.”

“Love is more than blind. It’s brain-dead.”